When it came to the moment she was to receive treatment, Mrs. Tian, who was known for her cheerful disposition, seemed to exude a natural and hearty boldness.
But she couldn't help feeling a bit nervous.
Zheng Fa stood by her side, while Old Man Bai, in the corner of his eye, clenched his fists tightly.
"Mrs. Tian, don't be nervous," Zheng Fa reassured her. "I've tried it before, treating with the Taiyin Talisman, it won't cause any pain."
Hearing what Zheng Fa said, Old Man Bai seemed to snap out of it. He relaxed his fists and gently held Mrs. Tian's arm, whispering to her.
"Don't be afraid."
Mrs. Tian nodded slightly, her face showing a trace of embarrassment as she whispered to them both, "I've made a spectacle of myself."
Zheng Fa shook his head.
People are always like this; in times of true despair they find a strange calm.
Yet it's the sight of the slightest hope that is the most torturous.
